Marc Scibilia - Ain?t My Home
Ain?t My Home
I?ve been to Paris, I?ve been to Rome
Seen a little bit of the world that?s known
But it seems no matter where I go
I know this world it ain?t my home
I got keys to a house that?s on loan
Keys to a car with rust and chrome
I?ve got keys to things I?ll never own
Cause I know this world it ain?t my home
And you take me so very close
But I can?t cut down this thought that grows
That no matter where I rest or roam
I know this world it ain?t my home
And sometimes it seems a far off dream
Just inside but out of reach
I don?t know where to go but I just keep going
Cause I know this world it ain?t my home
And you take me so very close
But I can?t cut down this thought that grows
That no matter where I rest or roam
I know this world it ain?t my home
And maybe I can try to fall in love again
Find a little house with a picket fence
But you know that I, I?m a travelin? man
To that distant country in that far off land
Oh and when my time is used and done
I will see that final settin? sun
And I?ll leave everything I?ve ever known
And that house above it will be my home
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